Walking quickly he was surprised by a loud noise and groan
coming from a vacant room.  Drawing his
weapon, Frankie pushed open the door and found Dr. Spencer Reid on all fours
grabbing at the hospital bed trying to stand up.  It looked like he had fallen out of the very
same bed.

Rushing in, Frankie grabbed him by the arm and was surprised
when he flinched and made to fight him off.

“Dr Reid…Dr. Reid!
It’s Officer Rizzoli…” holding him up he watched as Reid shook his head
and tried to get his bearings.

“Rodriguez,” he said shakily, “he got in…” Reid leaned on
the bed as a frantic Frankie grabbed his radio and called in.

Turning to Reid, “I gotta go” Frankie was surprised when
Reid grabbed his arm and said, “wait…he has my gun.”

—————————–

Maura didn’t know how she responded so quickly to Jane’s
utterance but she did, bringing up the flashlight just as Rodriguez pulled the
trigger.  It was enough to skew his aim
and save Emily Prentiss’ life.

She felt the bullet hit her and stupidly wondered why the
hell she wasn’t wearing her vest.  High
on her shoulder, the bullet broke through her left collarbone before coming out
the back.

“*****!” she yelled as her light and gun wavered.  With a roar she heard him coming at her and
braced herself as they crashed into the back wall between JJ’s and Jane’s
beds.  She relaxed into his tackle and
rode out the pain as she elbowed him in the face, once…twice.  She felt his cheekbone break under her own
assault.  Ramming her again, she saw
stars as the back of her head hit the wall, but she held on.

———————-

Rodriguez reacted to the light unconsciously, bringing his
hand up as he pulled the trigger, his shot going wide.  Pissed at the fire in his side from that
*****’s bullet, he roared in anger and tackled her. The pleasure he felt when
he rammed her into the wall was short lived as he started taking elbows to the
face.  This wasn’t how things were
supposed to happen.  Picking her up, he
rammed her into the wall again.

“Emily!” JJ’s cry filled the room; Garcia hit him on the
back with the flashlight and was rewarded with a back fist to the side of her
temple that crumpled her to the ground.

“No!” Emily’s roar surprised him and her knee to the wound
in his side briefly doubled him over.
Weapons forgotten now, this was a pure fistfight, or so she
thought.  So much had happened in that
darkness she forgot about the holstered weapon he had which was now pointing at
her.